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This month has had half a foot in the hereafter…this week in particular. Muddled into question marks hanging over my future, and consistent over-thinking about my past, the week stood out – its general unremarkability contrasted with the surreality of a day of commemoration. Advertisements

I’d kind of like to do this all in an aside; a great big stage whisper into your ear, with the knowledge that I can be overheard and a slight twinkle in my eye that I know it, you know it, and everyone else listening in knows it, but that we all ALSO know that…

Today the Ten Things of Thankful hop is skipping sideways to team up with #1000Speak, and Michelle Grewe (of Crumpets and Bollocks) with her blessings challenge, which has been going all month. It has been a wonderful challenge with suggestions of ways to bless other people, to identify the blessings we enjoy, and to really begin…

As I write, having missed a week (and, whatEVER to that – cos sometimes we need a week), I’m in a magical place of in-betweenness. I’m here at my keyboard, on the sofa, snuggled up in floofy cushions in WonderAunty’s office (with her new amazing standy-to-sitty whizzy desk-topper thing, which lets her move around and…

Encouragement is *such* a powerful thing. It requires connection, demands communication, and deepens the relationship between two beings. It happens in the animal kingdom, but I think it happens far more beautifully between humans, where (possibly) so many more nuances can be appreciated.

72% of the UK have had their say. Card in hand, they flocked to polling stations in unprecedented numbers, to exercise their right (and responsibility) to vote. They battled (some of them) through thunderous, flooding, torrents in order to make their opinion known, and speculation was rife as to which side would win.

Wouldn’t it be delightful to be on the beach right now? Not just any beach, either – a hot, sandy, golden beach, with sparkling waves dancing their gentle thump and hiss on the shore. A beach where a bunch of picnic blankets are strewn around ready for feasting and sunbathing and sharing a meal, and…

Excuse my freneticism and the fact I’m not sure ‘freneticism’ is even a word. I tried to explain it earlier – if you could imagine a person bug-eyed with excitement and spinning in circles, making a noisy *SQUEEEEEEEEEE* sound; that’s me, on the inside, right now. On the outside I’m just sat here, typing. This…

It hasn’t been a cheerful week I haven’t been cheerful this week. In spite of many and varied efforts by a number of wonderful people, my low mood (explainable, understandable, still unmanageable) has persisted and I have lacked even the energy to call it an ‘ordeal’* and take notes, thereby redeeming it a little. So…

“I don’t understand how I was so stupid, how I didn’t see or understand what was going on, even though I was right in the middle of it,” I said, moodily stabbing my fork into my salad. “Well, to be fair, I had more friends, so I was OUT of it more – more connected…